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“Innumerable overcoats of the quality prescribed hung empty all day in the corridors but as the clock struck six each was exactly filled, and the little figures, split apart into trousers or moulded into a single thickness, jerked rapidly with angular forward motion along the pavement, then dropped into darkness. Beneath the pavement sunk in the earth, hollow drains lined with yellow light for ever conveyed them this way and that, and large letters upon enamel plates represented in the underworld the parks, squares, and circuses of the upper.”

– Virginia Woolf, Jacob’s Room

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